Submissions by HeartofCold
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Jan 2015 4:04pm
7th Jan 2015 4:04pm
Perspective
And at that point all feeling melted into a a single wave of abstract thought, consuming all emotional comprehension in my mind.
Overwhelming simplicity filled me with its complex ideology, at that very moment in time reality itself was nothing but a theoretical concept.
Everything logical presented itself in a distant ephemeral collage of colours and perplexity,
as if its very existence was something outside of my sphere of reality it was inter-dimensional, alien and shimmered with indescribable beauty.
It was as if I was seeing the world all over again, like a blind man...
Overwhelming simplicity filled me with its complex ideology, at that very moment in time reality itself was nothing but a theoretical concept.
Everything logical presented itself in a distant ephemeral collage of colours and perplexity,
as if its very existence was something outside of my sphere of reality it was inter-dimensional, alien and shimmered with indescribable beauty.
It was as if I was seeing the world all over again, like a blind man...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2014 11:43pm
3rd Aug 2014 11:43pm
Dead Possibility
It seems cold, the fire of hatred
Bitter and endless
And fills me with thoughts that once would have
Triggered nothing but reproach and sickness
But now only brings empty anticipation
I enter my mind to find answers
These once glorious halls brimmed with knowledge
And possibility piled alongside fulfilling questions
And now have fallen in ruin
And all possibility ended with it
Long ago such a sight would have filled me with dismay
But now these glorious halls are but a memory
A memory of which I can no longer remember
Or bear...
Bitter and endless
And fills me with thoughts that once would have
Triggered nothing but reproach and sickness
But now only brings empty anticipation
I enter my mind to find answers
These once glorious halls brimmed with knowledge
And possibility piled alongside fulfilling questions
And now have fallen in ruin
And all possibility ended with it
Long ago such a sight would have filled me with dismay
But now these glorious halls are but a memory
A memory of which I can no longer remember
Or bear...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jul 2014 11:13am
15th Jul 2014 11:13am
What do you see?
Look at this, what do you see?
Yes a rock.
But a philosopher might see a question,
A warrior may see a weapon,
A prospector could see an ore,
A poet may see a poem ,
An artist may see inspiration.
A scientist will see a bundle of atoms,
And a holy man will see a creation of god,
A hoarder will see a collectible,
And a Taoist may see nothing,
An athlete might see an obstacle,
And a mathematician a variable.
Do you know what I see?
I see a small piece the earth,
Cut from it and shaped by the elements,
A small piece of...
Yes a rock.
But a philosopher might see a question,
A warrior may see a weapon,
A prospector could see an ore,
A poet may see a poem ,
An artist may see inspiration.
A scientist will see a bundle of atoms,
And a holy man will see a creation of god,
A hoarder will see a collectible,
And a Taoist may see nothing,
An athlete might see an obstacle,
And a mathematician a variable.
Do you know what I see?
I see a small piece the earth,
Cut from it and shaped by the elements,
A small piece of...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Jun 2014 1:56pm
5th Jun 2014 1:56pm
The Wanderer by the Fire
It’s been two years… two long years since I walked off that path. I can hear the stars and the moon crying out to through the cold night’s sky, calling me, they won't get out of my head. The subtle whispers piercing my through mind. The cold wind cuts into my bones the pain it inflicts upon me brings me some degree of comfort as it distracts me from the voices, but this is but a mere distraction from the issues at hand. I still see fragments of the dreams I used to have, when I retreat into the depth of my mind… they are only glimmers of the dreams I used to have, like the brief flash from...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th May 2014 1:17pm
14th May 2014 1:17pm
The Wanderer
The glowing moon lights the world around me, as I am once again left alone with nothing but the now distant memories drifting through my mind. The dimly lit stars that glitter across the cold night’s sky being my only guide, to another distant town in another distant time, only to leave again before the sun rises above the horizon. But this how it is, how it’s always been and how it must be, I find little solace in this. Every day is the same, just in a different setting, I descend upon the people and I sow the seeds of hatred and discord until all that’s left are cold ashes. I leave behind...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Mar 2014 9:44am
1st Mar 2014 9:44am
We Will Meet Again in Valhalla
Each breath turns to fog amongst the bitter cold of winter’s night. I can feel frost burning through my armour, but this does not faze me, I try focus my thoughts to what lies ahead. The silence is almost unbearable, even the loudest of us is muted with fear, I can see it in their cold stares.
The only thing I can hear is the crunching of the snow beneath my weary feet and the subtle whispers in my head telling me to turn back and run, but retreat is no longer an option, perhaps it never was. The whispers of retreat turn to screaming of fallen brothers from battles past, they haunt me,...
The only thing I can hear is the crunching of the snow beneath my weary feet and the subtle whispers in my head telling me to turn back and run, but retreat is no longer an option, perhaps it never was. The whispers of retreat turn to screaming of fallen brothers from battles past, they haunt me,...
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ANGER POEM
Published
1st Mar 2014 9:40am
1st Mar 2014 9:40am
A Pagan's Final prayer
By the blood of our fathers we stand
We stand as the last pagan blood
Come to fight for our forefathers land
With our ancestors by our side
The weight of iron in our hands
We stand together to fight
The bitter song of iron tears into the night
Hot blood stains the frozen earth
This is all we have left
As we dance our final dance
With the mistress of death
The clashing of iron
And the singing of swords
The screams of the dying
Those who death has befallen
This is our final song
The bloody melody of war
...
We stand as the last pagan blood
Come to fight for our forefathers land
With our ancestors by our side
The weight of iron in our hands
We stand together to fight
The bitter song of iron tears into the night
Hot blood stains the frozen earth
This is all we have left
As we dance our final dance
With the mistress of death
The clashing of iron
And the singing of swords
The screams of the dying
Those who death has befallen
This is our final song
The bloody melody of war
...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2013 12:43pm
5th Nov 2013 12:43pm
By the Blood of Eternity
Under the silver night sky, I feel the blood of bear infinity,
By the binds of eternity, eternity shifting reality
Unlimited is my mentality, shattering my sanity
Overwhelmed with clarity, my soul binds with purity
A crucible of creation, of infinite imagination
Eternal formation of endless inspiration
As night intertwines with day and order is bound with dismay
Existence becomes clay, never to wear away
Motion flows star to star, shedding light wide and far
The centric flow of life, Ignites internal strife
War starts to...
By the binds of eternity, eternity shifting reality
Unlimited is my mentality, shattering my sanity
Overwhelmed with clarity, my soul binds with purity
A crucible of creation, of infinite imagination
Eternal formation of endless inspiration
As night intertwines with day and order is bound with dismay
Existence becomes clay, never to wear away
Motion flows star to star, shedding light wide and far
The centric flow of life, Ignites internal strife
War starts to...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Sep 2013 1:24pm
6th Sep 2013 1:24pm
Joe's Revalation
Good evening Joe, I'm going to be blunt we have little time left,you see... I'm a hallucination, and your a schizophrenic I’m not real, I'm a figment of your imagination, which might explain why no one else can hear me and why you can't hear anyone else. But enough about stupid mental conditions, let’s talk about the most important thing in your life... Me. When I first appeared in your head you were 7 and I was nothing but a little voice inside that great big world you call a brain. I remember what my first words to you were life changing and marked the beginning of our new life. Though you...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jul 2013 3:15pm
1st Jul 2013 3:15pm
Fallen Kings
In the distant mountains the
Visions of worlds collide
The sky fades to black
As the earth shatters and cracks
Broken shields and fractured backs
Watch from the distance as it all falls down
Watch it rain blood upon the broken crown
In the books of time its all just another fallen throne
Written in crimson of the ink of blood and bone
Falling Iron and clashing blades
Tears of men who have gone astray
Hearts of stone and wills of steel
Many lost men who will never heal
Bloodlines end this cold, dark day
Many will die the...
Visions of worlds collide
The sky fades to black
As the earth shatters and cracks
Broken shields and fractured backs
Watch from the distance as it all falls down
Watch it rain blood upon the broken crown
In the books of time its all just another fallen throne
Written in crimson of the ink of blood and bone
Falling Iron and clashing blades
Tears of men who have gone astray
Hearts of stone and wills of steel
Many lost men who will never heal
Bloodlines end this cold, dark day
Many will die the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2013 6:47am
3rd Jun 2013 6:47am
Shores of life
Is this truly life?
Trapped upon the shores of strife
Shattered shards of children's dreams
Flow down cold, crimson streams
Bleached bones and rusted iron
Rotted flesh of those who kept trying
Broken wood from a thousand ships
All shine under a black eclipse
Where the forgotten heroes are left to rot
Where the innocent lay stung up and shot
Where mountains of stolen riches rust
Luring lost souls who have given into lust
Where life meets no end
Here the wills of man bend
And shatter upon the ancient sands
To become...
Trapped upon the shores of strife
Shattered shards of children's dreams
Flow down cold, crimson streams
Bleached bones and rusted iron
Rotted flesh of those who kept trying
Broken wood from a thousand ships
All shine under a black eclipse
Where the forgotten heroes are left to rot
Where the innocent lay stung up and shot
Where mountains of stolen riches rust
Luring lost souls who have given into lust
Where life meets no end
Here the wills of man bend
And shatter upon the ancient sands
To become...
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st May 2013 2:13am
21st May 2013 2:13am
Heart of Man
The smell of bodies burning
Arrows in the fray
Icy water cold and churning
Dying sun at the end of a day
Behold now the power I hold
Deep in soul
Warrior of the cold
Time takes no toll
Born of death
Crimson lust
Fight till last breath
Fight if you must
With hate as my hand
And fate as my blade
One last step in the sand
God gives you no aid
Fear my friend is a weapon to wield
Built into man's heart
Shatter their shield
War is my art
I'm the man your mother warned me about ...
Arrows in the fray
Icy water cold and churning
Dying sun at the end of a day
Behold now the power I hold
Deep in soul
Warrior of the cold
Time takes no toll
Born of death
Crimson lust
Fight till last breath
Fight if you must
With hate as my hand
And fate as my blade
One last step in the sand
God gives you no aid
Fear my friend is a weapon to wield
Built into man's heart
Shatter their shield
War is my art
I'm the man your mother warned me about ...
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